EVERY CHANCE I GET

Tay Keith, this too hard

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DJ Khaled

Scratched a million off my checklist three years ago

Add two zeros to the one, I'm in a different mode

This my life, do what I want, I be with different hoes

You know the pick and roll, I picked her up and sent her home

I got rich off strong, we get 'em in and get 'em gone

You know Trappy just got out, I ain't have to put him on

We the ones who got the numbers, who put the city on

It's the middle of the summer, I got a hoodie on

My demon time ain't nothing nice

I try not to wear nothing twice

I came up off of shooting dice, yeah

My lil' brother ain't living right

My sis' and 'em doing aight

My cuz and 'em still serving life, yeah

Seen a robber rob a deacon

I seen a preacher get caught for cheating

I'll break the bank for one of my people

I said, "I'm the one," they didn't believe me

I show 'em the facts, then they all need me

I'ma get cake as long as I'm breathing

They making it hard, this shit really easy, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

I'ma turn up on a hater every chance that I get

I want the biggest watch that they got, don't care if that shit hurt my wrist

All these hoes fuck on us all, I wish I would claim that bitch

They get hard when they get guns, we got a hood full of sticks

Soon as they say we can't come, you know we'll run 'round that bitch

You can miss me with that shit, you know I live in the mix

Money, cars, and clothes, and hoes

You know I live in the mix, money, cars, and clothes, and hoes

Yeah, she think I'm a regular rapper, I'm not

One person come tell me, we fuck up your block

Watch me run this shit to the tippity-top, yeah (keep going)

Put my kids in Givenchy

She must think one plus one is three

I can't support your personal needs

She don't got a mortgage, moved in with her niece

These niggas be capping, them cars be leased

Youngest in charge, I speak for the streets

I was nodding off, they woke up a beast

Struggle what made me, we used to have water for dinner, we didn't have nothing to eat

Soon as I get on his ass, they gon' look at me better, like

"Damn, he was fucking with me," yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

I'ma turn up on a hater every chance that I get

I want the biggest watch that they got, don't care if that shit hurt my wrist

All these hoes fuck on us all, I wish I would claim that bitch

They get hard when they get guns, we got a hood full of sticks

Soon as they say we can't come, you know we'll run 'round that bitch

You can miss me with that shit, you know I live in the mix

Money, cars, and clothes, and hoes

You know I live in the mix, money, cars, and clothes, and hoes

I'm from the trenches

Niggas be tough on the 'net, but really be there for attention

Bitches be talking like they really rich

But really be begging me under my pictures

I'll give her 40-50,000 cash to start up a business

I'll spend that shit at the dentist

I'd rather fuck her and pay up her rent for a year just to get out of her feelings

I'm in the Lambo' truck in my hood, nobody gon' tell me shit

Going to Cali', I pick up my weed for sure, nobody gon' mail me shit

Dice game, Craps and Cee-Lo, I need cash, don't sell me shit

Baby got his hood on smash, yeah, you can tell they really rich

Drop the lo', ain't no room right now, I took her to the O'

Then I pulled up on the Lamb' 'cause she a fan of Boonie Moe

I got the city on lock, uh, fucking up all the opps

I be around with three million dollars in jewelry

I'm standing on all the blocks

This a anthem, mm-hm

Dropping the six in the Fanta, mm

Black Rolls truck with the all-white seats remind me of sitting on Panda, mm

I love my cousin, she was a dancer

I love my brother, he was a scammer

Sit on my lap 'cause I'm pulling her tracks

And I fuck from the back 'cause she calling me handsome (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

I'ma turn up on a hater every chance that I get

I want the biggest watch that they got, don't care if that shit hurt my wrist

All these hoes fuck on us all, I wish I would claim that bitch

They get hard when they get guns, we got a hood full of sticks

Soon as they say we can't come, you know we'll run 'round that bitch

You can miss me with that shit, you know I live in the mix

Money, cars and clothes and hoes

You know I live in the mix, money, cars and clothes and hoes

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